EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

Comments

NPCs, Arthas or even both works, I dont mind eridan getting injured

[caligulas_aquarium]

[He'd been really adamant about not getting involved in the fighting this time around because he didn't see a point in fighting to protect most of these people, but if they make it as far as the outskirts of the hold's perimeter he's hanging around in, he does have himself to look out for, so it's unavoidable at that point.

The sight of approaching beasts, even if they are much more grotesque and y'know undead than the others, just provokes a reaction from him in the same way the rest had. He sweeps his wand outwards and a stream of angelic fire follows the direction of the gesture he makes with his weapon straight from the tip, washing outwards and over the closest enemies he sees. Koltira had mentioned holy magic and fire are both effective against the undead, so he's pretty confident both combined should be even better.

He doesn't know someone's pulling the strings here; all he sees are enemies to fight off. Nothing more.]

We'll go with both!

[northrend]

[The two creatures in the front of the charging pack howl in pain and stumble aside, allowing the others to continue to try and surround Eridan. One leaps to try and clamp its misshapen jaws around the troll's ankle, the other jumping for his armed hand.

Meanwhile, the flash of holy light gets Arthas' attention in a bad way, halting his march to glare at Eridan across the way. His horde around him also halts, pacing impatiently. He would wait to see what he would do with the two hounds attacking him before calling them off -- or letting them continue.

Either way, he doesn't care. But this one might be worth talking to.]

Re: We'll go with both!

[caligulas_aquarium]

[Fortunately, he has more in the way of evasive maneuvers than might be expected; specifically, as the creatures come for him, he's able to use his powers to rise right above them, his body coated in a burning aura of white light similar to what he'd unleashed upon the beasts moments before, ascending above his attackers.

At that point, as he ascends, it's just a case of aiming downwards and once again willing his wand to spit white fire from the tip and wash over the two creatures below him, like a tide of unrelenting flames. He's floating just a bit above the horde below him now, weapon in hand and body cast in an ethereal aura.]

These things are a pain in the ass.

[Though, again, said to noone in particular. He's way too focused on keeping himself alive than anything else.]

[northrend]

[Arthas lets Eridan finish his work, gently hiding his unarmed hand between the horde surrounding him. If he really did wield Light, then he would need to be a little firmer in his handling of the troll. Frostmourne turns in his hand, the pack of zombies at Eridan's feet don't rise again, and the horde in the distance remains stationary.

The Lich King calls from the distance:]

They're also hungry.

[Eridan, you gotta slow your roll with that aura you got going on, you'll give people the wrong impression.]

[caligulas_aquarium]

[When the heat seems to die down on their assault, so does Eridan fighting back, momentarily getting the idea that maybe they've caught on to the idea they can't beat him(he assumes), but it's at that point he hears a voice in the distance. He'd figured this was just more random attacks, but if there's someone running the show...]

Yeah? Well you can fuck off an' bring 'em with you then find somethin' else to feed 'em cause I ain't on the Menu.

As long as they keep comin' I'm gonna burn through this little rally a yours like nothin'.

[northrend]

Will you then?

[That's fine. If Eridan's watching, he might be able to duck the sudden whip of shadow magic that snaps out towards him like a constricting vine. If it happens to connect, he will find himself being ripped out of the sky and straight into Arthas' hand at swordpoint.

As well, wherever the magic happened to catch would what body part Arthas would find in his hand -- he was aiming for the neck, of course, in which case Frostmourne will rest against the troll's stomach.

The dogs surrounding Arthas follow Eridan's movements carefully, but they do not charge.]

I suggest...you do away with your arrogance in my presence and cease testing of the shallow waters of my patience, lest I gut you and absolve you of any life and future you hope to keep.

[caligulas_aquarium]

[Thankfully, his reactions are a lot better than would normally be expected of some regular person his age; he descends sharply to the right in order to avoid the snare aiming for his throat, though naturally descending means being put into a position closer to those grounded below.]

Hope? [A scoff, and the corner of his lips rise into a sneer.] The only one makin' those sorta decrees ower hope around here is me.

[Towards Arthas this time he directs his wrath, the blazing streaks of white light burning from his arm and weapon surrounding him once more as opens fire on him, another onslaught of white flames, yet as opposed to the more compact yet concentrated bolts of white lightning before, he goes full force and fires off something more akin to this. In fact, chances are a lot of the surrounding environment and anything else stupid enough to be caught in the line of fire is going to suffer as well, although what sort of effect it has on Arthas himself...Eridan doesn't really know. He doesn't know how powerful he is after all.]